Chapter 1873 Sanctum Of Defilement(Trans-fuck):>Ep3

• Nine hours later, Jane opened his front door with a handful of takeout and let out a tremendous, bone-weary sigh. Another day, another slog. As a package troubleshooter in one of the vast megacorp warehouses for distributing goods in the city, his job had him responding to calls for assistance by the many simple AI in need of human intervention. He lurked amidst a veritable spaghetti bowl of conveyor belts, drone paths, and walkways, dodging the hostile warning squeals of proximity sensors and the whir of blades from delivery bots. Not for the first time, he realized he was essentially at the beck and call of a bunch of machines. Jane lived a life of inane fetch quests...then logged into VR and did some of the same shit, but with a fantasy theme.
• It sucked.
• He barely got halfway through his breakfast bagel before collapsing into bed and sleeping through the rest of daylight. When he awoke, it was with mild relief. His schedule was shitty in some ways, but he at least got some days off in a row. And somehow, he stumbled into his equivalent of a weekend.